Fly Nigga Hill Figga M.O.P.

[Intro]
C'mon!
I'm gonna let these motherfuckers know something

[Chorus: M.O.P]
We happen to be, them FLY NIGGAZ
Don't TRY NIGGAZ, do or DIE NIGGAZ
Fizzy Womack, y'all, true HILL FIGGA
One that'll put the drop on ya quicker, NIGGA
We happen to be, them FLY NIGGAZ
Don't TRY NIGGAZ, do or DIE NIGGAZ
Fizzy Womack, y'all, true HILL FIGGA
One that'll put the drop on ya quicker

[Verse 1: Lil Fame]
We brought a very raw chapter, from the history of slinging crack
To the history of rap!
From the history, of street misery
The Brownsville, Brooklyn, Vietnamese
William and Womack, pa
It's known that you get your shit blown back, pa
The Hill is still real, we own that, pa
(Cock back the chrome) cause you don't clap, pa
What it look like, when they on the pipe?
Slinging the things that Fame getting cream all night
(Gotta get my hustle on) Go 'head
Cause I knows what it be like, when you got no bread
When you down and out, people turn they back at you
Even the chicas try to disrespect the rapper due
I got gratitude, baby I ain't mad at you
I bet you that pussy is stink as your attitude
Hold that down, as I step off, no frown
Keep that Grinnage smile, like always
Some people getting fucked up in these raw days
But they can be left to stretch in they hallways
I got family from CI to B'ville
We fear no EVIL, bitch nigga, we real
(Now slide!) Slide
Before I turn this conversation, into a motherfucking homicide